"I announce, the second round of Humanity vs. Gods, begin!!!"
After Heimdall's announcement, he vanished in a flash, hiding in some unknown corner.
Thump—
After starting, Zeus took a step forward with his elephant-thick muscular thighs, a powerful aura erupting from his body as he looked down at this overly calm woman.
"It seems you don't take this old man seriously at all..."
Zeus turned into a blur, instantly closing in on Acheron, bringing his head very close to her body, staring with eyes of different sizes and speaking in a low tone.
"You're going to die..."
Zeus's arm turned into an afterimage, smashing straight at Acheron.
Seeing that Acheron still didn't react, a flash of disappointment crossed Zeus's eyes, which then turned into a joyful, cruel smile.
The fist, erupting with a roar like a nuclear bomb, struck Acheron...
No, the feel was wrong...
Zeus smashed heavily into the ground, his eyes widening slightly as he thought to himself.
He didn't feel like he had hit anything solid!
As the dust on the ground cleared, Acheron—or rather, Acheron's afterimage—gradually distorted and finally exploded into a black shadow.
A powerful suction clung to his fist; Zeus violently retracted it, but it was too late.
White bone was exposed at the knuckles, and blood dripped onto the ground, drip by drip.
Meanwhile, Acheron was now standing behind Zeus, back-to-back with him.
Acheron still looked indifferent, even performing an idle animation—no, that's not right.
She even pulled out a White Peach and took a bite, looking utterly relaxed.
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Zeus felt immensely insulted; he couldn't believe someone could disregard him so much!
Veins bulged on his body, his size grew once more, and with a cruel, bloodthirsty expression, he suddenly turned around.
"Meteor Jab!"
Instantly, Zeus's fists turned into countless shadows striking at Acheron. Acheron was slightly stunned for a moment, then, holding the peach in one hand and her long blade in the other, she used the scabbard to perfectly block Zeus's rapid-fire punches.
The entire arena fell into a deathly silence once again.
Zeus's seemingly incomparable assault was neutralized just like that?
Like an adult playing with a child?
In the Greek spectator stands, Ares, who was about to narrate Zeus's moves to himself, didn't know what to say at this moment.
"Your attacks are not as Kiana described—they do not surpass time."
After Acheron parried the final blow, her indifferent words left Zeus stunned, but he quickly snapped out of it, a twisted smile appearing on his face as his eyes widened.
"Since you want to see that move, I'll show it to you, cute little girl. This fist is going to be very heavy."
"The Fist That Surpassed Time"
Whoosh—
Splurt—
Acheron's figure flickered, maintaining a sword-swinging posture. Zeus's fist was clean severed and fell to the ground.
"..."
Zeus stared at his severed wrist, stood up straight, and fell into silence.
This could no longer be called a duel; it was a complete one-sided crushing.
"Hehehe, ohohoho! This is the first time this old man has felt what it's like to be completely powerless. This feeling is truly wonderful!"
Zeus hugged himself, white steam puffing excitedly from his nostrils.
Acheron frowned slightly; even she felt this guy was a bit of a masochist.
Zeus exerted force in both arms, his massive muscles instantly compressing and shrinking as steam began to rise around him.
"That... that is... Father's Adamas. But can he really win? That woman is simply a monster..."
In the past, whenever his father Zeus used this move, Ares would have certainly affirmed that his father would win without hesitation.
But after witnessing Zhongli in the previous round, and now Acheron in this one...
Ares, who had always firmly believed in the supremacy of the gods, fell into deep self-doubt.
Are gods truly invincible?
Or are those people existences even more terrifying than gods?
Ares's muscle-filled brain simply couldn't figure it out.
Acheron stood still, watching Zeus transform from a muscular giant into a lean old man.
His lean muscles continuously writhed, and a hint of pain and madness appeared deep in Zeus's pupils.
"Mei! Transform! Cut him!"
Kiana's voice came from the stands, making Acheron pause for a moment, but she quickly nodded in agreement.
For some reason, she couldn't refuse any of the other's requests.
"Consecutive: The Fist That Surpassed Time!"
Zeus lunged forward, but upon reaching Acheron, the world instantly lost its color.
Everyone entered a gray-and-white world, once again arriving in that realm that seemed like an illusion.
"All that is past has become nothingness, like tears... destined to vanish in the rain."
Acheron slowly drew her blade, Naught. A single line of bloody tears fell from her exposed right eye, her pale purple iris turned into a blood-red vertical pupil, and her purple hair lost its color, turning deathly white.
Hum—
"I weep for the departed. May their tears fall like rain and fill the river."
With a single slash, Zeus's body was cut diagonally, the energy of Nihility continuously corroding his body.
Crack—Boom—!
"Like a surging tide... I lead you home..."
Acheron turned slightly, twirling Naught in her hand before flicking it to her side. The space where Zeus, who had been struck by the slash, stood, collapsed violently.
"Even time cannot escape a black hole, and your fist is far from..."
Acheron sheathed Naught, and the surrounding space instantly dissipated. She returned to her purple-haired, purple-eyed form, but...
She seemed to look a bit confused.
"What was I... about to say..."
Acheron paused for a moment, then shook her head slightly, turned, and stepped forward, vanishing from the arena in the next second.
Zeus had been completely torn apart by the void black hole triggered by the sword light, leaving only a few bloodstains to show that someone had existed there just moments ago.
Heimdall returned to the arena, his gaze fixed on the pool of blood on the ground.
The God of Gods...
Was... just like that... easily killed with one strike...?
Heimdall couldn't believe it; the strongest King of Gods had been defeated in such a crushing manner.
What Heimdall didn't know was that Acheron had held back her power to the extreme for that strike; otherwise, if she had swung normally, this world might have been completely annihilated into nothingness.
"Ra... Ragnarok... Second Round... Winner... Acheron! Also—2 and a half minutes...!"
Heimdall's voice trembled as he announced the final result, leaving the gods' side somewhat breathless.
Many minor gods wanted to lash out, but thinking of the strength of the fighters who represented humanity in these two rounds, they lowered their heads like ostriches.
Humanity had won two rounds in a row, and cheers erupted everywhere. Many even felt that the gods seemed to be nothing special after all!
After leaving the arena, Acheron appeared in front of Kiana.
"..."
After staring at Kiana's pretty face for a moment, she pulled a White Peach from her sleeve and handed it to Kiana, her eyes full of expectation:
"Would you like some?"
"Thank you, then I won't be polite."
Kiana took the peach, her eyes lighting up after taking a bite, and then she said to Acheron with a sweet smile:
"So sweet...!"
Hearing this, the corners of Acheron's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a beautiful smile.
Mei and Bronya looked at each other and shrugged.
Perhaps this Mei had also once possessed a white-haired girl long ago?
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